I was thinking yesterday that a letter from someone you know well and love dearly will have a deeper significance than one from a stranger or an enemy. Maybe this is part of the truth that without yielded belief, we do not receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.... Who helps us understand what we have been taught. In any event, unless one approaches the Word as the living thing it is, and receives it in right relationship (He's God, we ain't), we are reduced to wringing the words in clenched, frustrated hands, demanding MAKE SENSE when what they actually are designed to do is make love-- to be caressed and snuggled into.

I don't know anyone in this thread well enough to know whether my comments have any relevance to what has been said, but it is a meditation that has been on my heart for some time, and so I decided to see if it could find words.

YMMV

~Susan